Nine forty-five.
Ooooooh
Isn’t it fun.
All this stuff going on.
A teenage boy on the run.
Gill’s party. We’ll get to that soon.
And the moon.
Oh la lune!
Gorgeous fecund glowing orb.
Look at her go!
Shining tonight like never before. Bringing madness to all below.
The same moon that would’ve shone when the Vikings swarmed this land.
The Heathen Army. Mothers fear. Children’s tears. Nuns’ swarm. And underground. Not a sound.
A saint sleeps on. The peace profound. Waiting for what?
Dot dot dot.
Up above.
Tony is dressed in his explorer gear. It looks slightly mad.
Tony is hunting in the dark.
Trying to pretend he’s in Raiders of the Lost Ark.
Compass, coat, torch, hat. He’d done a copy of the map.
Blown it up so he could see the faint ‘X’, marking what?
Could it really be the spot where Agathus was buried.
So much changed in a thousand years, but one thing was still clear.
The area known as Nun’s Down. Creepy. About a mile out of town deep in the ancient woods.
He knew he should wait till morning.
But something had drawn him here. Now.
He’ll just have a go.
Be in bed by eleven.
How little he did know.
We see Tony enter the woods.